poetry by j matthew waters

or a person of color

it’s come down to
simple math
living here in these
united states
where no county or
city or town is safe
the simple equation
boiling down
to a matter of mere time
where one fine day
I’ll be walking freely
through a quiet neighborhood
only to be gunned down
as if I was some sort
of wanted man
or a person of color

april two thousand twenty-three
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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